Here Comes the Heavster

[Intro]
(Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick)
Uh, yeah, here we go, what
On the funk flow, on the funk flow, here we go
(Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick)
Uh, yeah, here we go, what
On the funk flow, on the funk flow, here we go
(Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick)
This one goes out to all those... heads
(Here comes the Heav)
KnowhatI'msayin? Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan
(Here comes the Heav)
(The-the-the, the-the-the)
Money-earnin Mount Vernon Can't forget the Uptown
(The-the-the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick)
Here we go

[Verse One]
Ayo turn me loose I don't produce with no buttercup
Premier got the butter cuts, here comes that ol' rugged stuff
No room for no pitty-pat, petty kitty-kat rap
I jig em, renege em or give 'em a dug 'em diggum smack
I seen you hangin on ghetto blocks, tryin to get ghetto props
You need to stop, you're just a ghetto flop
Here comes the niggy-nack, piggyback, knapsack sacky
Saki, classic like a Kawasaki, rough like Rocky
Sisters call me daddy, Puerto Ricans call me papi
You can't stop me, uh
'Cause in these times of tough times, I'm coming with rough rhymes
Rugged beats I'm passin time on satin sheets
And where I came from, some come from
Tryin to diss the champion, numbaerone, Don Gargon
Talkin behind my back like they alla that, they ain't halfa that
Matter of fact, I'm the one who put the town on the map
Tick tock tick, things are getting thick
(Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick)

[Hook]
Yeah, uh
On the funk flow, on the funk flow, here we go
(Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick)
Uhhh, yeah, well alright c'mon
On the funk flow, on the funk flow, here we go
(Heavster, and I know it makes you sick)
Yeah... yes, well alright c'mon
Funk funk flow, funk funk flow, here we go
(...Comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick)

[Verse 2]
Here comes the bigger bro, I'm on the slow nigga flow
I like to do bigger show, so I can get bigger dough
I hung out in crazy states, sit down and ate crazy steaks
In the morning time I wake up with a rhyme and soem Corn Flakes
Rap is a stallion's job, hung out with Italian mobs
I been around the world with pretty girls and they credit cards
Around in the Source van, got paid when my horse ran
And despite the verdict, I'm still a Mike Tyson fan
In the trench I get ruff, on the stretch, I get vexed
Eddie F's on the set who's next to get wrecked
Mr. Sweeperman, time to do the sweep up
Brothers couldn't keep up, spendin too much time with their feets up
Listen to it, this is how I do it
When I wreck a set, rhymes float like fluid
Lord have mercy on those who curse me
You don't appreciate, neither-for you don't deserve me
Tick tock tick, things are getting thick
(Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick)

[Hook]
Yeah, what
(Here comes the Heav-)
On the funk flow, on the funk flow, here we go
(Heavster, and I know it makes you sick)
Uhhh... talk about it alright, yeah
(Here comes the Heav-)
On the funk flow, on the funk flow, here we go
(Heavster, and I know it makes you sick)
Uhh, yeah, well alright, c'mon
(Here comes the Heav-)
On the funk flow, on the funk flow
(...Comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick)

[Breakdown]
So break it down
(So easy does it on the DL, the Heavster)
So break it down
(So easy does it on the D-D-DL)
So break it down
(So easy does it on the... DL)
So break it down
(So easy does it on the DL, the Heavster)
So break it down
(So easy does it on the D--DL)
So break it down
(So easy does it on the DL, the Heavster)
(So easy does it on the D--DL)

[Verse 3]
Didn't it make you sick when I went pop and I kept my props
And I blew up the spot and was large on your block
I know it did that's why you formed the committee
Of a bunch of itty bitty silly Milli Vanilli hillbilly niggies
Never mind all the chitter chat, cause I got a bigger bat
Step out of line again to get your jaw tapped
Don't try to play me for cream puff
Forgot I was big stuff, rough tough, and all that stuff, huh?
You jabber jaw junkie, rap tour flunkie
Quick at the lip, but when you see me you flip like a monkey
It always amazes me, how some brother's faces be
Smilin but behind your back they talk like an enemy
But I got a sharper blade, from here I see better days
Sittin on my porch countin loot drinkin lemonade
Swingin with the shy type, girl who's the fly type
The non gettin high type, that's how you know she's my type
Tick tock tick, things are getting thick
(Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick)

[Hook]
Here comes the Heav-
Heavster, and I know it makes you sick
Here comes the Heav-
Heavster, and I know it makes you sick
Here comes the He-
Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick
Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick
The-the-the Heavster
The Heavster
The-the-the Heavster
The Heav, Heavster
The-the-the Heavster
The-the-the Heav, the Heavster
The-the-the Heav, the
Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick